"Fuck, my tea."
— me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)

matt-smiths:

an endless list of perfect artists
Mumford & Sons

“But it was not your fault but mine
And it was your heart on the line
I really fucked it up this time
Didn’t I, my dear?”

/

Oh, that box, Amy. You’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient, and the bluest blue ever.

“We accept the love we think we deserve..”

"Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that - I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much - so very much to learn."
Sylvia Plath, The Journals of Sylvia Plath (via bookmania)